MP Game, Early Era, Random Nations, Victory Points

[Baalz]

The great prophet of the bloody god strode to the top of the holy ziggurat. The bloody god had demanded hell on earth, and that was what would be delivered. For several months the cabal of priest kings had turned the rains falling on the lands of the giants into toads, and this barrage was starting to tell. Now it was time to step up the offensive, and bring forth the legions promised to our aid. The giants thought the few weak blood fiends they had forged a bond with were the might of the lower planes, let them tremble as they witness the true power of the abyss.

Hundreds of virginal sacrifices were brought forth to the sacrificial pit, a steady stream coming in over several months. The blood running down the sides of the ziggurat awakened something dark, something hungry, and our sorceries sent it forth into the land of giants.

Great rents opened in their fields as the hordes of hell poured out into their land. Everywhere their blood hunters and site-searchers were slain and their peoples pillaged as devils and imps sought fresh blood. The hunger of the burning legion is insatiable, and they spread like locusts all around the frost giant lands, every month more and more pouring out from the abyss. Meanwhile an army of the stouter fiends began to form around the holy ziggurat, forming the core of the force which would shortly march on Niefelheim.

The undead army pauses, sensing something is very wrong and hesitant even in their unlife to press into Mictlan land in the face of the burning eye now visible above the holy ziggurat. Our forces build in the face of their hesitation, as their homelands are pillaged and their castles begin to rot. Soon our infernal army shall march forth and the time of the giants will be at an end. In the mean time their small folk cry out in terror as the hordes from hell pour out from their very hearths, their wells fester, and a malign presence changes the atmosphere of their lands and all feel unlucky.